"Jade Bead ......"

Wen Youliang was silent for a long time, and suddenly whispered her name, the voice was very soft and light like a small breeze, the wind seemed to be mixed with some indescribable emotion, but it did not allow others to snoop.

He whispered to her for a long time and didn't speak, just stared at her with complicated emotions, just when Xia Lingge thought that he wouldn't say anything more, Wen Youliang took a step closer to her, the distance between them was constantly shortened, Xia Lingge lowered his eyes and wanted to retreat without hesitation, but he grabbed his arm to stop the retreat.

"Do you really want to marry into the Yao family?"

He asked again.

Xia Lingge nodded: "Yes." ”

Only by marrying into the Yao family can she get rid of the disputes of the Wen family, and then use the power of the Yao family to find the father of the original owner, then this copy can be over.

Wen Youliang looked straight into her eyes, "Okay......" he sighed, "Then it will be as you wish, I hope it will be ...... You don't regret it. ”

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Yao's sedan chair,

From three days later.

In the past three days, the entire Wen Mansion has been surprisingly quiet, Xia Lingge has been vigilant and vigilant against accidents, but no, nothing...... The Wen Mansion was as peaceful as if the previous deaths were just a dream she had.

On the third day, it was not yet dawn.

Then there was a maid who pulled her out of the warm quilt, and after washing, she was pulled to the dresser to comb her makeup, the sandalwood comb was combed along the hair little by little, the delicate and gorgeous pearl hairpin glazed flower crown was tied to the hair, two clusters of fine golden pendants quietly hung down to the ears, the thin lips were lightly brushed over the rouge, and then matched with the gorgeous red wedding dress, and the peony with gold wire trim made her a little bright and moving.

Xia Lingge stretched out her fingertips and rubbed her scalp that was being dragged painfully, she lowered her voice to the maid behind her if she could change the hairpin to relax a little, but found that no one answered after calling several times, she turned her head and looked back in doubt, and saw that those who helped her dress suddenly froze for some reason, and maintained their original posture.

She was startled and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but a warm hand suddenly fell from her shoulder, and she gently pressed it back.

"Is that you?"

The black soft sleeves of the robe crossed her cheeks, and the cold touch brought a slight tremble, Xia Lingge was brought back to the round chair by the black-robed man, watching him pick up the thin pen and lightly stain the rouge.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Lingge was held down by him and couldn't move, so he could only ask him out loud.

But the black-robed man apparently didn't mean to answer her, and when the tip of the pen was dyed red, he reached out and turned her face so that they were facing each other, and bent down to draw a detailed picture.

"What are you doing......

The delicate tip of the brush scratched his forehead and brought a burst of itching, Xia Lingge wanted to hide but was held by the back of the man's head to avoid it.

"Don't frown."

The black-robed man gently comforted her: "Otherwise, it won't look good." ”

Xia Lingge stretched her brows with itching, and let the small tip of the hair scratch her skin little by little, because bending over, the black-robed man was extremely close to her, and she only had to raise her head slightly to touch his white jaw or red lips.

Her gaze swept upwards over the bridge of his somewhat exposed nose, and her body unconsciously leaned forward as if to continue exploring.

"Huh."

The black-robed man chuckled happily.

"Stop making a fuss." He pushed her back and said, "Sit down, let me see." ”

The black-robed man looked at her carefully, and his voice was full of satisfaction: "It's good-looking, it's really worthy of ......"

"What?"

Xia Lingge tilted his head.

"Nothing."

The black-robed man's words came to an abrupt end.

Xia Lingge was a little puzzled, she turned to face the bronze mirror, and saw that the flower that the black-robed man decorated herself was actually a gorgeous plum blossom, the small plum blossom was lifelike, and the red color made her skin crystal clear, like a snow falling on the proud plum, with a bit of indestructible arrogance.

And what surprised Xia Lingge even more was that what was projected in the bronze mirror was her original face.

"It's so pretty."

The black-robed man stood behind her and looked at the portrait reflected in the bronze mirror with her, his voice was as gentle as water, and she didn't know if it was Xia Lingge's illusion, she actually felt that there was still a little bit of ...... in his voice Miss?

"You ......"

"Alright, it's time for you to go."

The black-robed man suddenly interrupted her words, picked up the red hijab on the table, and gently and solemnly covered her.

The field of vision was red, Xia Lingge couldn't see the situation of the outside world clearly, she could only hear the original Xiao Suo's gongs, drums and suona sounding in unison again, the sound of firecrackers was deafening, and she was taken out of the house by the maidservant girl and walked into the house again.

"Goodbye parents!"

Because she was replacing the identity of Miss Wen, she wanted to bow and kowtow to the Lord of the Wen family and Mrs. Wen to express her gratitude for their 'nurturing grace' over the years, Xia Lingge did not struggle, she simply did it, but she silently thought of Father Xia in her heart.

I felt that someone picked her up, it should be Mrs. Wen, she couldn't see Mrs. Wen's demeanor through the red hijab, but it should be stiff and complicated when she thought about it.

Then someone picked her up and walked smoothly forward.

The faint fragrance of tea mixed with sandalwood drilled into the tip of her nose, Xia Lingge immediately knew that the person carrying her was Wen Youliang, but his steps were too steady and his movements were too gentle, which made her a little puzzled.

"Young Master?"

She asked with some hesitation.

The man carrying her was silent for a moment, and then answered softly, very softly, like a wind blowing foam.

It's him......

But it's a little bit like him......

Before Xia Lingge could figure out why, she was stuffed into a sedan chair, the gongs and drums outside beat louder, and one after another 'send the bride' came and went, she held the apple in her hand, and sat on the swaying sedan chair silently thinking about the route.

But it was out of the city......

Xia Lingge didn't know where to be taken, she lifted half of her red hijab and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair to look out.

was only a little green leaf, and was hurriedly stuffed back by the happy lady who followed: "Ouch, my little aunt, the bride can't show her head, it's unlucky." ”

"We're out of town?" Xia Lingge asked.

Xi Niang hesitated for a while and replied: "Eh, that is the courtyard that the master of the Yao family gave to you and Young Master Yao, I heard that the feng shui is excellent, and it raises people, Young Master Yao is weak and can't stand tossing back and forth, so he can only take the young lady there to worship and get married."

Xia Lingge was silent for a while: "Isn't it Young Master Yao who came to pick me up?" ”

Xi Niang's voice suddenly choked, and she didn't say anything for a long time, just laughed dryly and played haha.

Xia Lingge had some ominous premonitions in his heart, raised his hand and touched a small golden hairpin on his hair bun and hid it in his sleeve.

The sky is overcast.

The lively blowing sound became more and more monotonous and pale, Xia Lingge sat in the sedan chair and swayed a little drowsy, I don't know how long it took for the sedan chair to finally fall to the ground, a squirming sound sounded, and there was a sound in the ears of 'the bride got off the sedan chair', but the groom was not seen to open the red curtain for a long time. (End of chapter)